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Bill is in the mail
Well, Hurricane Bill was barely worth getting out of bed for. The sun is already out in southern Nova Scotia after fierce rain and wind this morning. Still grey here in Halifax, but the rain has basically stopped. We were without power for an hour or so. We shared a cheese-tomato-homemade pesto sandwich. Had a…
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A Shelburne state of mind
It is festival season round the Domet-Corbett household. The weekend just past, we were in Lunenburg for the excellent Folk Harbour Festival. Kev released his brand new record, Son of a Rudderless Boat, on Thursday night on the Festival’s mainstage. It was awesome. He received a huge, rolling, standing ovation (not that standing-Os are rare…
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The Homing stretch
So, there’s writing, which I find not particularly hard. Then there’s rewriting, which I hate and fear, but am trying to learn to embrace (remind me to talk more about that some time). Then there’s taking something you’ve written, rewritten, re-rewritten and had published and…writing it again. That’s a real feat. I’ve been wrestling with…
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Still thinking about it
In true vacation form, I was felled by a miserable cold. And then it started raining, and who knows when it will stop? So, it’s been like that. We’ve been a busy couple of vacationers. Kev‘s been working as hard as he can getting his record finalized. Album art, check. Looks great. Got it mastered…
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Thinking about the big Fade In
So I’ve been off work for two weeks exactly, and on holiday for a week and a day. And I feel pretty relaxed, I have to say. Today there will be high tea, and then a ukulele jam, so we’re managing to have a range of experiences. And every night I read a few pages…
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Working holiday (wait, is there another kind?)
If there is, I don’t think I’ve ever had one. It’s been an incredible push the last few weeks to get here, to this auberge in Montreal, by an open window, Kev on the bed behind me reading Steve Earle’s autoiography. We are busy people, but the level of busy-ness the last few weeks/months has…
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Page, stage and screen
So I have all this news building up, and I find myself with a few spare Sunday minutes. I’m in Five Islands, Nova Scotia, near Parrsboro. At an awesome place called Mo’s. It’s a cafe/hostel/gallery/venue for art of all kinds. The women in the kitchen are making biscuits and rhubarb muffins, and I’m drinking coffee…
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Reader’s block
An interesting question on the last post, from Binnie. Do I ever suffer reader’s block. Binnie, I’ve never thought of it in those terms, though that is exactly what it is. And yes, I suffer it all the time. Way more than I’ve ever suffered writer’s block. When I read something really, really good, I…
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Stolen moments
The times, they have been busy. I am cramming to finish editing a book for Invisible, by an awesome writer from Dartmouth named Anna Quon. The book is called Migration Songs, and I’ve read it probably four or five times in its entirety now, and it still knocks me on my ass. Anna is a…
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Blowing my mind
My cousin Darlene emailed me the other day to say she saw someone reading Homing on the subway in Toronto. Some total stranger, whose friends have read my book and loved it, and so she’s reading it too. This completely undoes me, somehow. To think of my little book out in the big world making…
Stephanie Domet 